Light's Death Note Novels & Stories

"What if he thinks I'm gone? If he believes I'm dead, he might loosen his control." Luka's eyes glittered with a mix of admiration and concern. "But how do we make him believe that?" A slow smile curved on Light's lips. "We need a convincing death. Something that will strike fear into his heart." Back in the present, Light continued her narrative, her voice steady despite the tumult of emotions churning beneath the surface. "Luka and I hatched a plan. We staged my death, orchestrating a scene where he appeared to poison me. Ardolf watched in horror as I seemingly succumbed to the poison's deadly effects."

But it couldn't be India who sent the note to me. She was long dead and we didn't even know each other in the first place for her to miss me. So what was going on? A note with the writing of a dead queen and the signature of one which belonged to my sister. What did this mean? If I were to think logically, the letter was sent to me by Light. But that would counterbalance everything that I had believed to this point. It would mean that Light was not captured by someone who wanted to frame her as the Morati knife's thief.

Mena It takes about an hour to get to Tory but by the time I get there we only had to move everything and quick we don’t want to be caught up good thing I had a back up spot or we could be sitting ducks right now I tell Tory it will be ok once we get everything out he knows nothing about us but we still know everything about him so we will get him again and finish what I started but this time I won’t play with him I’ll just kill him To my surprise we haven’t heard anything from the police or found our guy yet it’s like he vanished in thin air but I keep my guard up so I’m good just gotta be on my p’s and q’s I won’t mess up next time but for now I have other things on my plate when I get hom

“Get away from her! You’ve got what you wanted, now release my mate.” “Still so emotional,” Death chuckled, but I felt my body suddenly relax, as if I had been let go of by some invisible force. “Enough,” I said sharply, turning to face them both, putting my back to the door. “If you want our help, stop trying to piss him off.” Death’s gaze slid back to me slowly. “I don’t need him, My Light. I only need you. He is disposable now. But for you,” he said smoothly, “I’ll behave.”

The leading Death Lord said with his mind "She knows some secrets that must be eradicated!" "Oh~~~ look she's pretty too, be my undead *** after you die, jie jie" the death lord sized up Lilith "Dark Space!" A long black light emanated from the Death Lord, and the originally bright meeting place instantly became pitch black. There was a flurry of gasps from the stage, wondering what the hell was going on. "Kill!" With Char's command, the two undead creatures, with rolling black aura, kept closing in on Lilith. "Darkness? Well, let's dispel it with light!"

Black as the darkest night hair against a crisp linen pillow, brown skin against a blindingly white sheet, and tiger’s eyes burning with deliberate cruelty and triumph into hers. In horrified rejection of the imagery that had sprung into her mind, Lara Anderson shuddered violently, dimly aware that she was still in the grip of severe shock. Abruptly, she was dredged from her turmoil by the insistent shrill of the telephone in the hall. Reluctantly she answered the summons, carefully shutting the lounge door behind her so that her father was not disturbed.

The guys look around the base for the darkness hunter and I wake up 2 hours with this paper in my hand, I look in my hand to find a small note. "The everwood light will get stronger as you go on with your traver and your life. The light that Emmily made is the finale in Everwood. We will keep it a secret trust us, we want the light back and if we get killed doing it. We will do it, we are on your side." I don't know who wrote this note and it is not a guy at the base, the handwriting was too neat for the guys at base. I hid the note in my journal that was near my bed when my dad opened my bedroom door up.

Pure, radiant celestial light exploded outward in a wave. It tore across the battlefield like the wrath of the moon herself. Lawrence’s front lines were obliterated. Shields cracked. Armor melted. Enemies screamed and vanished into ash. The very ground shook as starlight carved through darkness, leaving only silence in its wake. And Derick took the brunt of it. He didn’t scream. He looked at me as the light consumed him, a flicker of something unreadable passing through his eyes. Regret? Rage? Relief? I’ll never know.

The killer is the same gunman who previously attempted to murder me. My breath hitches at my throat, papa shakes his head in disbelief, while Marius pales with unshed tears in his eyes. I wrap my arms around Marius, offering what comfort I can. Even if Lilian isn’t a good person, she’s still Marius’ sister, so this news is gonna be difficult for him to accept. But the news doesn’t stop there. Lilian’s killer also took his own life, leaving a death note, which reads more like a warning: Hazel Montgomery and Marius Thorne... you're next! Hide!

Tiny lights drifted around the lighthouse. Not stars. Memories. Each one contained a life from one of the previous universes. The older Lily reached out. Several lights landed in her hand before floating away again. "I remember every one of them." The grieving being lowered its head. "You survived..." The older Lily shook her head. "No." "I died." Silence. "I died twelve times." Luke frowned. "Then how are you standing here?" She looked toward the tower. "The Lighthouse doesn't preserve bodies." "It preserves witnesses."